Recently, one of my step-sons had a parent teacher conference at his school. My husband was tied up with an unexpected scheduling conflict, so my step-son, his mom, and I picked up his report card in the school lobby and walked around the building visiting each classroom. Throughout the evening, one after the other, the teachers offered compliments about his work and his behavior. By the end, we were all smiling.

On the way home, my step-son asked me, “So, are you happy about what the teachers said?”

My answer was easy. Of course I was happy. And I wanted him to know that. But I also sensed there was a question he wasn’t asking, a worry that may have tugging at his heart all day. Would we have been unhappy if they hadn’t been so positive?